My office is teaming with books. A table by the window with books stacked alongside notebooks and admin that somehow drifted there over the Christmas holiday, ikea cabinets behind me with books stuffed in both horizontally and vertically, then, on the windowsill in front of me I’ve even more books. Pretty books, special books. Lots and lots of books.
Every time I venture into town I’ll pop into a charity shop or a book shop and a book of some kind will always be purchased. I can’t stop myself. Even now, I’m currently reading The Versions of Us, by Laura Barnett, and there is a mention of Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf. Ooh, I’ve not read that one, I think, my fingers tapping away, hurriedly searching it out online.
Following on from my last post where I admitted to being scared of the classics in literature, and how I got over that fear thanks to Rebecca, I’m now at a loss as to what classic to read next because I have such choice: My Cousin Rachel, Sense and Sensibility, Cold Comfort Farm, Madame Bovary are just a few books I can see from my desk. There are so many I wish to read.
But then, I casually pick up a battered copy of Lady Chatterley’s Lover and happen to glance at the first page. It pulls me in. I want to read more.
So I guess that’s my January ~ The Year in Books decision made for me.
The Year in Books is a book group with a difference set up by Laura on the lovely blog Circle of Pine Trees. Each participant pledges to read at least one book a month and then blog, instagram or tweet about it. Take a look at her blog and check it out.